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i'm chalking up concrete

and writing on spare page

remember when i was your kid,

wonder did you even love me then?



i've made bad mistakes

i've tried to turn the page

but i'm writing words to you again,

from my bunker that protects them



from me

and works my hands

mercilessly



they say it's rehabilitation

and i'll learn a thing or two

about how further to screw

over me and you



but, you know..

some of us..

don't wish for the knowledge



i've been down that road

you can never turn back

and you turned away

you never looked back



you were down the street

why couldn't you help me out

only needed a drive, mom

i was out on parole



they say it's rehabilitation

and i'll learn a thing or two

about how further to screw

over me and you



but, you know..

some of us..

don't wish for the knowledge



we no longer believe in second chances

and i'm not saying that i earned it,

dad

i just thought your love would last



even though i was a mess

even though i'm in this mess



i'm chalking up concrete

writing on spare page

got no one else to speak to so,

though you'll rip this up i'll vent



i know you'll never read this

and i know you don't believe i'm sorry

i know you no longer love me

yea, i know i don't bring you money



no money more problems

but the problem's solved

i'm behind bars, dad

..mom





hey...



they say it's rehabilitation

and i'll learn a thing or two

about how further to screw

over me and you



but, you know..

some of us..

don't wish for the knowledge



yea they say it's rehabilitation

to cover for their revenge

forgiveness is untrue

christian, muslim or jewish



we're all the same

we're all the same

they say we're all the same